So we force the truth upon him. He'll deal with the priests, and he'll provide for the sisters, and he'll settle for a bit less glorification of the e...ifice. But what of him? I think we need to offer him a choice for himself. He cannot continue as Bishop; he'll only revert to his corrupt self when no longer confronted with his terrors. No, I think he needs to see that his remaining as Bishop will be his destruction; that voluntarily choosing the plain and simple path of a worker for the Lord. This isn't the sort of thing I typically write, so it might be a little different. A fair warning, this story does have some length to it. Although I would hope if you're reading stories, length isn't an issue.I have known this woman since before my twenties, going on 11 years now. At first, we knew each other only through mutual friends and by name. I remember the first day I met her, oddly enough. My friends and I were in my front yard, just doing what people do, hanging out. One of them. .Gore supported her as 3 released her bonds, then whilst 3 tidied up and put everything away, Gore cradled my plaything in his arms and carried her back to the cell. I doubted she would awake until morning...I expect the worst when she hooks a leash to the collar around my neck and tugs me along into another part of the dungeon. I look at the various contraptions with fear and a wee little bit of awe. Most of them don't make too much sense, except for a bench that looks very much like a. They were in the saddle before sunup and didn't stop until full dark. Emerson had discussed the need for more riders to trail the herd and several of the ranchers had agreed to hire a few that always hung around town looking for work. On the morning of the fourth day, Emerson saw riders approaching as he worked with his crew.Vern Jordan and Pat Casey rode close to Emerson and stopped their mounts. Pat Casey spoke, "Emerson, we can't get anybody to ride for us. It seems that Tom Taylor needed.